Nebakanzer never knewHe left his needle outside in the rainAnd it rusted throughHe had twenty-nine blackbirdsBut only one flewSpent most of his time making holesAnd licking his woundsNebakanezer lost his wifeShe took her diamond rings and wasGone before the lightShe left one satin shoe and aVery dull knifeShe left one satin shoe and a very dull knife

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So tell us what the sorry singerMight doAll of his friends complainThat they got the fluThey ain't sick in the headThey look like the living deadAnd that's not cool